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Summary: Harry and Ron didn't make it down into the Chamber in time to save Ginny. And now Lucius, Draco and a great many other people are going to be *very* sorry that such an event occurred.

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Harry Potter > Non-BtVS/AtS StoriesGreywizardFR1836,78896810,5405 Aug 1420 Aug 14No

Chapter One

This is entry #5 in my August 2014 Fic-A-Day challenge.

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Disclaimer: They all belong to JKR and her minions, not me. Deal with it. I have.

Category: Non-BtVS, Harry Potter story.

Time Frame: Begins during Chapter Seventeen, 'The Heir of Slytherin', of 'Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets,' and then boldly proceeds into the admittedly vicious, hostile and extremely AU wildings of my mind.

Spoilers: None, because this story is heading off into an *extremely* different universe from JKR's canon Potter-verse.

Character Bashing: Dumbledore, Snape, the Malfoys, Tommy-Boy and the rest of Tommy-Boy's butt lickers will be described as accurately as I can manage. If you expect those descriptions to be polite, pleasant or courteous, then you obviously haven't read any of my other HP-centered stories.

Feedback: Of course! Like Tenhawk says, it's the coin of the realm. So don't be stingy!

Archiving: Talk to me first, please.

Author’s Note 1: Many thanks to Bill Haden and Theo (Starway_Man) for beta-ing this story.

Author’s Note 2: JKR's canon only extends up through chapter seventeen of HP & CoS, which means that any additional horcruxes may or may not exist. I figure that since JKR obviously hadn't even dreamed of their existence at this point in canon, I'm not going to be bound by non-existent facts, either.

Author’s Note 3: As usual, "word" indicates speech, // word \\ indicates foreign languages, :: word :: indicates mental communication and { word } indicates a character's thoughts.

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Chamber of Secrets
Beneath Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

May 29, 1993


Harry James Potter stared with dull horror and numb grief at Ginny Weasley's unmoving dead body, where it lay next to the quite recently reconstituted, but now slowly dying, sixteen year old body of Tom Marvolo Riddle.

The Boy Who Lived had been too late.

He'd arrived too late to save his adopted sister.

That pompous, self-important twat, Gilderoy Lockhart, had delayed him and Ron long enough that, by the time he'd managed to find his way into the Chamber, Riddle had almost completely siphoned Ginny's life energy out of her body and begun using it to recreate his own. The subsequent battle with the basilisk had then given that arrogant arsehole Riddle enough time to finish draining the eleven-year-old witch, condemning her to a far, far too early death.

Harry figured Lockhart was lucky he'd gotten stuck on that other side of the cave-in with Ron, because if that gleaming-toothed bastard was here right now, he’d find out in person just what it felt like to be on the receiving end of a blasting curse to those pearly-whites. As he calmly watched Riddle writhe in agony as the serpentine poison scuttled its way through his brand-new body, Harry wasn't sure if he'd be able to resist the urge to ram the basilisk's fang up Lockhart's arse as well.

The corners of Harry's mouth turned up with vicious glee as he committed to memory the shocked expression on Riddle's face when, under the guise of losing his balance and stumbling forward, he’d jammed nearly the entire six-inch length of the basilisk's broken fang into that resurrected bastard's groin. A fitting epitaph in Harry’s view, as Tommy stood gloating about Ginny's death and his glorious plans for taking control of the Wizarding World.

The Boy Who Lived simply bore witness with Dumbledore's phoenix, Fawkes, on his shoulder, and smiled as he stared down at Riddle as the Dark Lord lay on the Chamber floor – screaming in pain and twisting in anguish – as the poison slowly spread through his system, and burned though every nerve fiber making up his body

"Th-this is impossible," Riddle managed to whisper as he flailed helplessly and futilely on the stone floor, and looked up with disbelieving eyes at the youth who had now managed to kill him *twice*.

"I do not think that word means what you think it means, Tom," Harry semi-quoted the (clearly unlike Riddle) immortal words of Inigo Montoya as he gave the dying youth an unforgiving smile which bared all of his teeth at the fading older teen.

"Burn in hell, you piece of shite," were the last words this particular fragment of Tom Riddle's soul heard before the blackness swallowed him whole.

"And expect one or more of your arsehole minions to be joining you, real soon."

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The Burrow
Ottery St. Catchpole
Devon, England
United Kingdom

June 3, 1993


"Dad says the Wizengamot isn't going to do anything about Malfoy," Ron said dully, as he stared out across the Burrow's backyard and the small pond that filled up a good part of the field beyond it. "Apparently, there's no real proof to support any of the charges Dad and Dumbledore made against him."

The accusation hadn’t even made it to the floor of the Wizengamot, since the ministry prosecutor had after deliberation (and a not inconsiderable bribe) decided that the evidence simply did not justify taking any of the chamber’s time.

"But they can't just let him get away with it, unpunished!" Harry declared furiously as he shoved himself into an upright position from where he'd been previously sprawled out on the lawn next to Ron, clearly outraged at the news his friend had just delivered. He could also see Hermione, sitting on Ron's other side, reach her hand out and clasp the other boy's hand in mute commiseration of his, and his family's, loss

"That arsehole's the one who put Riddle's diary in Ginny's bag last summer!" the Boy Who'd Killed Voldemort Twice Now exclaimed, a furious expression on his face. "If he hadn't done that, she'd still be alive!"

"Ginny was the closest thing I had to a sister, guys," Hermione declared as she turned to look each of the brothers in the eye, so that they could see the pain and outrage that that piece of news had engendered now shining through the tears in her chestnut orbs. "And in the past two years I've known your family, Ron, your parents have given me more attention and affection than mine ever have!

"When – I mean, *if* you guys do decide that something needs to be done about Malfoy," the brunette genius qualified her first word, a sharp smile creasing her lips as she saw the anger and focused purpose in all three of the siblings' eyes, "then I'd be honored if you let me help you."

"The same goes for me, guys," Harry immediately chimed in his own agreement. "Whatever you decide to do, you can count me in to help!

"And you might want to keep in mind that I've got an invisibility cloak that can be *extremely* handy to use, on hand," he added with a sharp-edged smile.

"Dad's so bloody furious about Ginny's death," Fred – or possibly George – informed the three younger teens in the twins' typical fashion, after a brief nod of acknowledgement regarding Harry's comment.

" – that we overheard him telling Mum –"

" – that he's thinking of declaring –"

" – a blood feud against the entire Malfoy family."

"Unfortunately, Professor Dumbledore –"

" – advised him against doing that –"

" – because he insists that vengeance – "

" – serves no real purpose."

"We actually heard the addled old fart –"

" – suggest that Mum and Dad try to find it in their hearts –"

" – to, in the name of the greater good, forgive Malfoy for what he did – "

" – so that everyone involved can find their way back to the Light –"

" – because he said that seeking revenge can only lead a person into darkness," the twins finished reporting what they'd heard.

{ Huh. They probably found that out using one of the various thingamajigs they've been working on for their pranks, } Harry reflected to himself as he considered what he'd just heard.

"He what?!" Hermione exclaimed in astonishment.

"Professor Dumbledore must have gone completely *senile* to have said something as ridiculous as that!" she then firmly declared, after a brief pause to digest that last unbelievable tidbit of information.

As far as the brilliant brunette was concerned, that last statement had just irreparably shattered the previously rock-solid foundation of respect for authority that she'd possessed into dust.

After all, how could anyone expect others to respect any established authority, if it allowed such callous acts of cruelty and malice to be ignored for some nebulous concept of possible redemption and salvation? Especially when it involved people who obviously didn't even give lip service to such ideas, much less espouse those ideas?

And to suggest that allowing such a thing to go unpunished would somehow facilitate some nebulous 'Greater Good'? Only someone truly insane could even consider something like that!

"How could the Headmaster *possibly* advocate tolerating murder? Especially the murder of a wonderfully sweet and innocent girl like Ginny?" Hermione demanded, a baffled and incredulous expression on her face. "And most especially when the man responsible was someone like Malfoy, who's clearly been trying to maximize the public's reactions to the various crises at the school in order to benefit himself and his cronies?"

"Who knows? When she heard him say that, Mum started screaming at the old coot to get out of the house –"

"We also noticed that Dad removed Dumbledore –"

" – from the list of people who have unrestricted floo access to the Burrow –"

" – straight after he left to go back to Hogwarts," Hell's Carrots added with a pair of satisfied grins on their faces, although both grins disappeared just a moment afterwards.

"If Professor Dumbledore won't even help *try* to do anything to punish Lucius Malfoy for what he did," Ron stated, as he slowly turned his head to look over at his brothers where they were sitting on the back steps, "then it's a sure thing that the Wizengamot won't do anything, either."

His baby sister's death had shattered Ron Weasley to the core of his being, and the chess-obsessed prodigy had been spending the past week analyzing every action he'd taken – or not taken – over the course of the past several months, trying to figure out some way he might possibly have averted the murder which had destroyed his entire family's emotional stability.

The twins' disclosure of their Headmaster's obvious betrayal now had Ron turning his focus to the labyrinthine political machinations of the Wizengamot, and it took only a fraction of a second's consideration for him to come to several conclusions.

"Malfoy's got too much money and way too much political influence for the Wizengamot to accuse him of anything," the soon-to-be Third year stated, as the others present listened to the now atypically completely-focused youth. "Which means that if he's ever going to be punished for helping that monster murder Ginny, then we're going to have to do it ourselves.

"And I'll say right here and now," he went on, with an intensity and focus in his eyes that hadn't been there before, "I'm not going to let that arrogant bastard get away with killing my sister."

"Bill and Charlie are both calling –" Gred said, as he stared out over the lake where the boys had taught Ginny to swim, the hint of a dangerous, sharp-edged smile at the corners of his lips.

" – for a family meeting, after dinner tonight –" Forge chimed in, as he gazed at a large maple tree off to one side of the backyard – and the child's swing which now hung forlornly from one of its lower branches – with hints of a smile matching his twin's at the corners of his own mouth.

" – to decide what needs to be done about this whole mess, " the other twin completed their observations.

Silence ruled for the next few minutes, before Ron turned his head to then look each of his two closest friends directly in the eye.

"Hermione, Harry," he said, while tightening his grip on each of their hands in a gesture of appreciation for their unequivocal and vocal support, "would you like to stay and have dinner with the rest of the family, tonight?"

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Malfoy Manor

June 5, 1993

"Oh, yes, Malfoy definitely has quite a few – questionable – wards guarding the house," Bill Weasley stated with certainty, his eyes glowing with an eerie purple luminescence as he examined the property with the spell-enhanced eye of a professional curse-breaker.

"How difficult would it be to take them down, and how long would it take to do something like that, son?" Arthur Weasley coolly asked his eldest child as he looked at the imposing manor with an impassive expression.

"With the proper resources at hand, not hard at all, Dad," Bill replied confidently. "Under optimal conditions, I could do it in less than seven minutes.

"Actually, I could do it in less than two minutes, if you didn't care whether the people inside were alerted about the wards crashing," he then qualified his previous statement.

"Thank you, Bill," the Weasley patriarch said politely as he continued staring at the manor.

"I appreciate your taking the time to humor an old man's questions," Arthur said as his eyebrows narrowed, as though he were deep in thought.

Bill smiled grimly to himself as he recognized that particular expression as one that boded dire consequences for the subject of this particular line of contemplation.

"Try to let me know a couple days ahead of time once you decide to finally collect on Malfoy's debt, Dad – since I'll need some advance warning to clear my schedule at work," he declared. "I want my own pound of flesh for what he did to Ginny.

"And at least a quart of blood to go with it," the eldest Weasley son added with a knife-edged smile that would have any rational wizard (if such a creature actually existed) wetting themselves if they saw it directed at them.

"Don't worry about that, Bill. Retribution is most certainly called for, but I'm in no rush to collect," Arthur calmly assured his son. "As the old saying goes, vengeance is a dish best served cold.

"We'll wait long enough that all of the furor regarding Ginny's death will have died down and been more or less forgotten," the older man advised the younger.

"And once Malfoy has gotten himself involved in some new and well-publicized situation, and the general public has forgotten who it was murdered my daughter and your sister…", the Weasley patriarch went on.

"Well, then, we'll show Lucius and all his chums exactly why it is that no one has ever had the opportunity to trouble the Weasley family twice."

The smile that now graced Arthur's lips was one which would have given Albus Dumbledore nightmares, had he even suspected its existence.

And terrified Lucius Malfoy to the innermost depths of his soul had he been unfortunate enough to see it.

Malfoy may have initially laughed when the blood feud was declared, but the Weasleys would have the last laugh.

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